Every thing that’s well arranged today
There’s no security, it’ll ever stay
That was alive crispy, now on Earth lay
As is it’s crestfallen for ever at bay!.
None can be blamed what comes one’s way
Changes come rotating with a sway
The risen Sun goes down losing it’s bright ray.
This is way all is destined to give away.
Present becomes a past,next moment it is gone.
Events close as flowers deseased prone
On all roads one travels all alone
High or low they are not expected to mourn.
Faces bright,heart always beats aloud,
Denying truth Man on time stands proud
Holding head high he walksin masses and crowd.
Though there’s no guarantee of fields ploughed.
What comes in way is reality
But of providence there is no guarantee
Tryst with HIM resolved in serenity
Is the only way to eternal peace and piety.
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